The inside of the cabin was cold, but dry, and the kindling flared to life. Damon set a few small pieces of wood over top, and within a minute, a small fire was glowing.
"The cold's not going to bother me any, Elena," he replied. "One of the perks of being a vampire. Although, if I'm going to come anywhere near you, I should likely get dry."
Damon toed of his shoes, leaving them in front of the the fire. He started to unbutton his shirt, grimacing as the wet fabric clung to his skin. The cold didn't bother him, but that didn't mean damp clothes was a pleasant feeling.